Memories my boy, memories

Chapter 13- You're a wizard, Harry

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WRITTEN - 20/03/22

(Memories in italics)

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"The freaks won't send those ruddy letters to us out here. We are in the middle 'o nowhere." Vernon mumbled.

Petunia had hair curlers in her hair and a green face mask on. She was reading a fashion magazine, "yes, dear. They will not locate us."

Vernon scoffed at his wife's lack of interest, "you should be happy those letters 'ave stopped coming through."

"Well, I would be even more happy if I were in my own bed at home. Not sleeping on some crappy mattress, on the floor, in a house that's on an island, in the middle of fucking nowhere!" Petunia snapped.

Vernon scowled at her, "I do not know why you are mad at me! Blame the freak! If he simply didn't exist, our lives would be easy."

Petunia looked taken aback, "Vernon,"

"You hear me, Freak?" Vernon turned to look at Harry, who was scared shitless, "you are a burden, a waste of space! If only you had died with those wretched, drunks you call parents."

Harry cowered into the corner he was being forced into as Vernon spat at him, "I-I'm sorry."

Vernon slapped him, hard enough to cause him to stumble, "you goddamn should be, you shit!"

Dudley was watching the scene with horror. Petunia grabbed him and pulled him into a hug, "it's okay, Dudley. You will be fine."

Dudley sniffed, "mum, he hit Harry bad! He used bad words!"

Petunia felt her heart drop, she didn't like Harry much—which was painfully obvious—but even she knew Vernon was going too far with some of his words, "I know, Dudley. Harry will be fine."

They continued to be in each other's embrace for a while longer.

Dudley had done some terrible things to Harry. Some, one may say, unforgivable.

However, being a clueless eleven year old, living in a household where abuse was common, you grow up thinking these things are okay.

Recently, Dudley started noticing that these things are not, in fact, okay. His school had a whole assembly on the topic.

Dudley felt bad for Harry, now. He regretted what he had done to him. It was a terrible burden to carry. However, the pain and suffering Harry was in was no match to his feelings.

After Vernon slapped Harry a second time, he composed himself and dropped onto his bed. He fell asleep within five minutes.

Harry was trembling, his cheek stinging from the sharp slaps Vernon delivered.

He looked at the watch on his wrist that he had secretly stolen from Dudley. The time read '11:58pm'.

"Two minutes..." Harry whispered to himself.

"Two minutes?" Draco echoed, "until what?"

"One minute..." Harry said as the time changed.

"Thirty seconds..." he spoke, sketching a birthday cake with candles into the floor, "ten seconds..."

He wrote Happy Birthday onto the cake, "three...two...one..."

Just then, a bang sounded from the door. Vernon and Petunia shot up from their bed.

Another bang, and Harry cowered into the corner, trying to hide himself.

A final bang, and the door was ripped from its hinges. Vernon had a shotgun in his hands, ready to shoot.

"Wow, what a journey, that was." The big man at the door said, "don't think you can make us a cuppa tea, can you Dursley?"

"Who are you? What do you want? I have a shotgun and I am not afraid to use it!" Vernon warned.

The big man approached Vernon. With his bare hands, he bent the shotgun. Petunia was horrified.

"What the fuck?" Vernon said, dazed slightly.

"Oh, the name's Rubeus Hagrid." He finally said.

"What do you want?" Petunia asked.

"Yuh really made it impossible to find you lot, you know? All the letters we sent you, n' all." Hagrid spoke.

"You are one of the freaks! Aren't you?" Vernon shouted.

"Freak? 'Course not. I am a wizard." Hagrid said.

"That freak Dumbledore sent you!" Vernon said.

Hagrid turned red with anger. "Never. Insult. Albus Dumbledore. In front o' me."

Vernon trembled.

"Where is Harry anyway?" Hagrid questioned. He saw a plump boy hiding next to a drawer.

"Harry! My, you have gotten quite big since the last time I saw you." Hagrid insulted without knowing it.

Petunia ran up to Dudley and shielded him. Then Harry came out from his hiding spot.

"He's not Harry, sir. I am." Harry said.

"Ah! That makes more sense." Hagrid said, walking up to Harry. "I have a present for yu'!"

"For me?" Harry asked, shocked.

"Yep! It is your birthday." Hagrid said. He pulled out a box, that seemed a little battered, and opened it. It was a cake.

"Wow. I-I thank you." Harry said in disbelief.

"You're welcome, Harry." Hagrid said.

"With all due respect, sir. Why are you here? Breaking down our door was technically a crime." Harry spoke.

"Well, I have come to pass on a message." Hagrid spoke.

"A message?" Harry asked.

"Yer a wizard, Harry."